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Two words spoken in a hush
Two or three words back and forth
Two or three words spoken
Back and forth in a hush
Everything that's hushed
How did we get here?
And more importantly, how did we get out?
Can we get out?
Over the wall?
The parking space is open wide to consume the gulf between real life and lies
Blue containers and society have been backwards
Seafront green, blonde signs and astroturf
Pieces of a tree
We live in a state of person's quality
Braindead on karaoke
Every opportunity to revel in stupidity
Keep everything clean, avoid the mess of creativity
Little words given for simplicity is seen daily
But back to the cemetery, past the all Saturday market
Flipping through albums under the table
Though the algorithm screams out of cheap speakers
Sonic weapons outside melting radio posts
Seek to destroy us, they want to keep us out of pocket
But it's what's within us, isn't it?
It's hard not to feel powerless, isn't it?
And will sarcasm be our only response?
This state, a nation state built on deception
Makes liars of us all
Is it too late to be stateless?
In school there was a math that said, we own all of this
But where do you think the word Michigan came from anyway?
Anyway, traps make different people
Is it too late? Is it too late to be stateless?
It's hard not to feel powerless, but-
But we're capable of so much
The sky is full of contrails
The sky plus one
The sky plus two
The sky one two
The sky one two
An arrow star appears in the early evening hours
And hummers low off the horizon
It falls to the sand and flames out of no lakes and clear
I knew that this would be the end of the hot weather
First we had names, then we had bodies
Improperly placed to varying degrees
Hollows everywhere, hollows
First there was a shortening of the days
Then the weeks, then the months, et cetera
They made any type of log in the vehicle
Then we despised daylight as nothing seemed to be growing
All expanding
The park rested for a few months
The park here in the area
All that was left was the shell
The basic lead
You can call it the post or whatever
It doesn't change the fact that we live right now
Stuck in bland accommodation
Dry-walled boxes slotted in
No imagination
In the space between the cloud bridge and the island
Organizers saw something fleeting
The kind of life reborn by dreaming
Reimagining
We can talk to each other this way
We can take each other over the park wall
No point going underground
Tivec overground
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